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The raft to cross the creek. There used to be a large fallen tree to hike across, but it was washed away with the high waters.
Heading west early in the ride. The temps were a bit chilly when I departed the truck, but once in the woods out of the wind it was good.
The trail was in great condition with a bit of snow along the way.
The Beavers have moved into the river bottoms and the tell tale sign is hard to miss...
Picking up the pace as I double back and head East back toward the truck and the cold Miller High Life in my cooler. With the sun dropping below the trees, I have the lights mounted. One light on the handlebar and a headlamp on my head give me a good view of the singletrack. I do enjoy the sunset and having the darkness set in. Most everybody is out before dark so it is my favorite time to savor the solitude and listen to the night noises. It can feel my senses become acute and aware of my surrounding.
I still have several miles to ride before I'm out of the woods.
Back on the raft to cross the creek heading east toward the truck.
After crossing the creek, it's one last stop and a bite of CliffBar before the final stretch.
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